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¿Qué palabra hermosa para esbozar este abismo?El sonido violeta de lágrimas inquietasque no saben si alguien alguna vez me recordaráy esta ansia           &n...
Posted by on Wed, 09 May 2007 22:06:00 GMT

In class [unedited]

Look at my freckles,they're the scars of times I can't remember.Look at my eyes,they're grey now that you don't remember.***Breathe for me    (be quiet).Kiss the stars, bite your lips, ...
Posted by on Tue, 08 May 2007 21:58:00 GMT

Doble

Llamé a la puerta de mi corazón y lo puse en mi mano.Lo miré como quien miragranos de arena o una hoja.Lo miré pávido y absortocomo quien sabe que está muerto;como el alma sólo conmovida por el sueño...
Posted by on Thu, 03 May 2007 21:25:00 GMT

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J'ai tant rêvé de toi que tu perds ta réalité. Est-il encore temps d'atteindre ce corps vivant et de baiser sur cette bouche la naissance de la voix qui m'est chère? J'ai tant rêvé de toi que mes bras...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Apr 2007 19:03:00 GMT

No? Yes, if not, no, but yes means no.

When my eye turned blue(and I caught your smile in the pupil)my heart couldn't control its childish beatingand jazzy dance..and that was because I had forgotten,but then woke upand thought,"maybe th...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Apr 2007 01:21:00 GMT

¿?

Llorar así me ahoga en un río(songotasdelava).¿Me has oído?Es que cuando no lluevelloroy grito para que oigas,para que entiendas mi pregunta.Porque, ¿qué tal que tu sutilidadfuera el velo detrás de tu...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 10:42:00 GMT

Mortality!

Alas - life is short, art is long. Great music packs a primordial punch. And when the wind is knocked out of you, something great takes place: You get to feel your own mortality. The role of time is ...
Posted by on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 11:11:00 GMT

Ruins ( 09/11/2006 )

Words wither, they rot. Bleeding gets used and obsolete, blood loses its grace and fascination. We are left in a room without wonder. Until now, looking inside infinite drawers, I haven't been able t...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 22:23:00 GMT

Noise and Silence

"Our critique began as all critiques began: with doubt. Doubt became our narrative. Ours was a quest for a new story, our own. And we grasp toward this new story driven by the suspicion that ordinary ...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Mar 2007 17:17:00 GMT